Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.